All Chapters of Taming My Five Alpha Baby Daddies: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ALLISON.I stumbled through the crowd, desperate to escape the overwhelming wave of heat that had taken over my senses. I feel so hot… so restless. The more the moon boasted its enigmatic glow in the sky, the more I felt feral. My primal instincts were slowly taking over my senses and I’m not sure if I wanted to prevent it… or embrace it.Shit. I think like I’m gonna lose my mind any moment from now! I’ve had several heat cycles in the past but nothing was as intense as this!Every step felt like wading through a thick, intoxicating fog of my own making. The werewolves around me had become predators, drawn by the sweet scent of my pheromones, and I was their prey.“Hey, missy. You smell so good. Wanna spend the night with me?” a random werewolf went to me, his breath stinking of alcohol.“Get away from me,” I replied coldly before walking past him without looking back.I tried to push through the busy crowd, but my efforts were in vain. More werewolves tried to talk to me, all of them

ALLISON.The room fell silent, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. I could feel my heart racing, caught between disbelief and a strange thrill. Why is my heart beating like this? Is it because of the way he looked at me? The brief brush of his fingertips against my skin? Or maybe those molten golden eyes, sparking the memories of the Howling Night?I swallowed hard as fragments of that night crashed into my mind, vivid and overwhelming…I remembered the way we’d collided in a haze of laughter and adrenaline, my body pressing against his as he pulled me closer. His lips had been warm and demanding, moving over mine with an urgency that sent shivers down my spine. His tongue whipping inside my mouth while his fingers stroke my nipples, pinching it until I moan.“Ahh!” I remember moaning when I couldn’t handle the pleasure he brings.“Damn. Your body is trembling with my touch, darling. Did I make you that horny?” his hot breath caressed my neck, chuckling as his lips fin

ALLISON.The rustling grew louder, and I could barely breathe, my senses on high alert. I glanced up at Daniel, whose expression was focused, his forehead creased in deep concentration.“Stay still,” he instructed softly, his eyes never leaving the source of the noise.Cold sweats boiled on my forehead as the tension thickened in the air. Whatever was approaching, it was close—and we had no idea what it was.The rustling in the bushes grew more frantic, and just when I braced myself for something terrifying to leap out, a small white rabbit dashed out. It paused momentarily, looking back at me with curious eyes before hopping away, leaving me both stunned and a little sheepish.A rabbit?I couldn’t help but chuckle, the fear I was feeling melting away. “Goodness, it was just a rabbit, after all!” I exclaimed and pulled away from Daniel’s grasp. I felt silly for getting scared over a cute animal that almost resembled my childhood stuffed toy.I chuckled and stood up to approach the cut

ALLISON.“Cursed? Quinn, what are you talking about?” I asked in confusion.Quinn struggled to reply, her eyes fluttering as if every part of her body was ready to shut down. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Panic surged through me as I watched my cousin—my Alpha—reduced to this fragile state. I’ve never seen her this weak in my life, not even when we were kids! Quinn was a warrior, a fierce leader, a champion in every sense. Seeing her like this made my heart ache; it felt surreal, as if I had fallen into a nightmare from which I couldn’t wake up.“Please, Quinn… wake up. Don’t die on me like this. Quinn!” I begged as tears threatened to fall from my eyes.Just then, the bathroom door swung open, and Anna, one of the maids, rushed in, her widened in horror when she saw Quinn’s condition. “Alpha!” she exclaimed, dropping to her knees beside Quinn.Without hesitation, Anna helped Quinn to her feet, guiding her back to the bed. I watched in a daze as Anna expertly cleaned up

ALLISON.When I was younger, I recalled my father asking me to what lengths I was willing to go to save the people that I love. I thought it was a very obvious question with a very obvious answer. I remember saying…“I would die for the people I love,” I boldly declared, equaling the challenge in my father’s gaze. I was merely seven years old at that time, a pup, and the youngest of the Young family.My older brother, Sullivan, chuckled at my answer, his gaze locked on the river as he patiently waited for a fish to take the bait. Dad took us fishing that day, but I found myself more captivated by the colorful rocks scattered along the river and the fragrant blanket of grass spread out across the clearing.“Die for love? Yeah, right. You’d probably just run off and chase butterflies instead,” Sullivan teased.“Shut up, Sully!” I laughed, skipping over to him. The grass felt cool beneath my bare feet, and the sun warmed my back. I twirled in a circle, my hair flying out behind me like a